Freddie Foxxx - Bumpy Bring It Home Lyrics
Ayo, turn the, turn the music up some moreIn the headphones for meCheck it out [cmon!]You ready, its bumpy knuckles babySendin this out to my niggasAll them hardcore street corner, wildersHa, ha, freddie foxxx babyThats right, diamond d baby[verse 1]Whoever thought that Id be mr. lyrical flows niceLike sunsets on the rio grandeGrantin after sisters checkin out they can canMy lyrical ability keeps them real niggasThat listen to hip hop feelin meI keep it underground, sounds a buck chinaEven in japan they know, Im the ultimateSpit at me verse, like its my last oneSlow ones, fast ones, I blast past the fake ass onesYou see, I dont think no niggas nicer than meIm not conceited, thats how I read it, these niggas heatedI dissect your verses like science class frogsI see your rap records is swine, like hogsNow cipher, thats like turnin down janet for michelle pfeifferSee freddie foxxx aint wit thatMy shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wreckerThe lethal weapon, I keep you high steppinIts not my fault that niggas listen to meAnd wanna rob shit, cuz I do my mother*****in job kidIf you a thug then you recognize what you see before youEyes and ears said freddie foxxx is hereI been waitin it, doin it, sayin itRollin by my mother*****in self with my burner *****ed slayin itAnd I aint seen nothing that could make me believeTheres a nigga rappin liver than me, you feel meHook 2x: billy danzeYou in a class of your own, bumpys in the zoneLeave bumpy alone! bumpy get it onBumpy spit chrome, bumpy hold a throneNow, bumpy bring it home![verse 2]I wear rolex watches and alligator shoesWhere niggas thought devil jeans was the big newsI had fifty miles on my brand new benz in 89When you wanted me to critique your rhymeIt just was all rightNiggas brought rappers to me, for approvalNow I give you sixteen bars, for removalI punch you in your temple make you stagger like yeltsinOver hand right to the brain is what you felt sonThen I take off my belt sonShow you what a whippin is, what a true real mic rippin isYou fake niggas cant make it hard for real niggas cuzTheres no defense for the truth so what the deal niggaNo matter who tell it, real niggas always prevailJust like a fake nigga always failNiggas livin in a fairy tale, until they get beefThen he want peace, *****, you just a rap *****You comin just a lyrical lunaticI make it blacker than midnight at 12 oclock noon and shitI keep rollin like the black navi with them micky thompsonsHalogen lights, I keep my flow tightThe new bumpy shit is like the new jordans when they come outGot emcees rappin wit they gun outMemorize lyrics and I spit em to the needySend love to my nigga tweety, and can you feel meHook[verse 3]I treat em like real stick up kids is the dark alleyWhats slick rick, its the balliesWith played out new york niggas its ticaliRunnin from the ill shitI do what record labels dont like, the real shitMoney is energy, Im hyped upStep on stage with that bullshit, get hair wiped upI be up in your crib, with my two black sigs in your ribsTakin everything you got to giveThe black robin hood I rock for niggas that cant afford roliesRide around and in tagged up stoliesI keep the truth like the holy quranHeres a game plan, ambush, best attack, hit off my manI make you niggas listen to some lyrical shitSome miracle shit, some empirical shitNow Im in flipmode, I got my gun in your brainAnd make you run you ch ch ch cha ch ch ch cha chainBumpy plays no games, its all real hereCant get my gun in the club, I keep it real nearIm harder than a bulletproof vest wrapped around a steel poleSix shots all through your body like real soulJames brown or the metersIm gunnin for you no talent rap style eatersWhen diamond d blessed me I had to come ruggedOr unplug it, only true thugs can ***** shitHook
